Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

"Hmm."

In a lavish room filled with nothing but expensive items, a lady hummed softly.

Her body lay naked, covered with only her underwear, her soft milky skin glowing under the flickering light.

Helena leaned lazily against the velvet-lined sofa, her long legs stretched out, toes flexing as if bored.

She twirled a finger through a lock of her platinum hair, her galaxy eyes fixed on the glowing object placed before her....a glass container holding a heart.

A heart that still beat.

Its rhythmic thump echoed faintly as if alive.

Helena reached out, brushing her fingers along the container's smooth surface, her smile widening.

"You're still fighting… how adorable."

The heart shuddered in response.

"You must hate me," she whispered, voice soft as silk. "But it's only because you don't understand me yet."

Using mana, she lifted the container above her as she observed it quietly.

"The core of a Dead God," she mumbled to herself as she looked at the thing. "What a fascinating thing."

Helena tilted her head slightly as she looked at the heart changing colour.

"Still beyond me," she added, tone tinged with amusement. "How a god could die so easily… Himmel truly is something else."

At the mere thought of his name, Helena's hand moved of its own accord.

"Ahn~"

A soft moan slipped past her lips as her fingers pressed into her breast, heat blooming beneath her skin.

Her other hand glided down her stomach.

"Himmel~."

Her moan echoed in the room as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Is that what you do in your free time?"

A cold and detached voice made her hands stop.

Helena slowly sat properly on the sofa.

"Pardon me," she said, tone unbothered. "You weren't supposed to see that."

There was no reply as she was responded to with silence.

Helena didn't mind as she kept on staring at the heart.

"How did you know the heart would be there?" Helena wondered aloud. "And does this container even work?"

"I told you all that's needed to be known," the detached voice replied. "The more you know, the faster you die."

Helena chuckled softly. "Ah, the classic way of warning."

The voice didn't respond.

"How can you be here anyway?" Helena asked, without looking back. "You do know that the base of the church is guarded by six demigods, right?"

"Yet, I see none who can defeat me."

"What if they attacked together?"

"My answer won't change."

Helana chuckled as she gently leaned forward observing the heart.

"Say, right now I am peak Overlord," she mumbled. "What rank will I reach if I eat it?"

The voice thought for a moment before a reply came.

"Mid Eternal," it replied. "You aren't strong enough to understand the laws embedded in the heart and grow further."

Helena hummed softly.

"What about you?" she asked. "What height will you reach if you eat it?"

"…Pinnacle of Demigod," the voice replied.

A slow, knowing smile crept across Helena's face.

"I see…" she whispered. "So even you have limits."

"..."

"Even gods have a certain elegance to their madness," she continued, gently lowering the container onto the marble table beside her.

"But you… you're something else entirely."

The voice was quiet, but ever-present. "You speak as if you understand me."

"I don't," she admitted with a shrug. "But I like pretending I do. Makes the game more interesting."

The voice didn't reply as Helena stood up.

There was a silence before it spoke again. "Make your choice."

Helena hummed softly. "Would I see the world burn if I give it to you?"

"You will."

There was a silence as her galaxy eyes showed a bitter emotion.

"Will this endless loop of madness end?"

The voice replied in a heartbeat. "It will."

Helena slowly turned as she looked back at her.

"Will I have your son if I give it to you?"

Esmeray's cold grey eyes met with hers as she gave a soft nod.

"You will."

Helena's lips curled up in a maddening smile.

She picked the heart once again and threw it at Esmeray.

"I guess we have an equal exchange."

Esmeray looked back at her.

"An equal exchange indeed."

***

[Tamriel Kingdom, Alfheim]

[Lumina]

The faint glowing light of the world tree flickered over the elven royal palace.

The one palace that had been cheerful was now completely silent.

There wasn't any sound but a flicker of crimson light escaped from the palace.

The once glorious palace was now burning down.

Guards wearing full body armour moved through the corridor of the palace.

Their expression nothing but panicked.

"Has there any news!?"

One of the veteran soldier's voice bombed within the hallway.

"What's happening!?"

"All the connection from the other world has been cut off, sir." One of the elven soldiers replied. "We can't contact anyone."

The veteran's face contorted in horror. "No contact? Not even with lady Elife?"

The younger elf shook his head. "Nothing. It's like something is eating the mana itself."

A sudden tremor shook the palace.

A shriek echoed down the corridor—the kind no mortal throat should be able to make.

A silence followed after.

"Form up! Form up!" the veteran barked, drawing his blade. "Protect the crown prince! Don't let them reach the inner sanctum!"

But even as he gave the order, the light at the far end of the corridor shifted.

"Show your—!"

But before he could speak.

Slice!

A trail of crimson rushed past their face.

Much to their horror, they clearly felt half their face sliced open.

Brain matter spilled on the floor along their blood as they fell down.

A figure now stood over their body.

She was a woman with golden braids as hair and a short structure.

She had six long daggers seamlessly caught in her fingers.

Her eyes a dead calm blue looked down at the dead bodies.

What shot out the most was her horns that curled up towards her chin and her skin that was pale blue.

"You took care of them, Phenex?"

A voice echoed from down the corridor making her turn.

A man walked towards her dragging a bloodied elven corpse by their hair.

He had broad shoulders and flowing green hair along with the same skin tone and horns like her.

The man raised the elven corpse. "See? I killed nine."

"We aren't here to play, Dagan." Phenex said, turning around. "Others are waiting, let's go."

Dagan clicked his tongue as he threw the corpse like trash.

"You are such a buzz kill." He said, though he was still smiling. "Makes me wonder if you ever be happy."

Phenex didn't reply as they walked further inside the palace.

Corpses lay in their path some having a peaceful death but most a gruesome one.

With their bodies mangled like they were a plaything.

As they walked past another valley they found another one of them.

He looked like a young boy no more than twelve with long black hair and obsidian horns.

As soon as he saw them, the boy quickly rushed towards them.

The boy's bare feet splashed through crimson puddles as he ran.

"Phenex! Dagan!" he called out, voice high but strangely hollow. "I took care of all of them."

Phenex's cold blue gaze snapped to him. "How many survivors?"

The boy halted just before them, smiling brightly. "None."

Dagan snorted, licking a streak of blood from his thumb. "That was fast."

"Too fast," Phenex murmured, narrowing her eyes. "You didn't play with them, did you, Imri?"

Imri smiled faintly. "They screamed beautifully. I didn't want to ruin the music by making it last."

Phenex ruffled his hair as she asked. "Where are the others?"

"They are inside." He said, pointing at the main hall. "Those who were left alive are also there."

Phenex nodded as they began to walk towards the main hall.

It only took them a few minutes as they reached the place.

The door already opened.

"We took care of those outside." Phenex said as soon as she entered. "There is none left."

Inside the main hall, stood a man with his back to them.

He was tall abnormally so with light brown hair flowing behind him.

His skin as like theirs was also pale blue yet his head had two corkscrew horns.

He wore an elegant reddish armour that was covered with runes.

"So much bloodshed." The man said, turning back. "Yet it's all for nothing."

The man walked slowly and stood in front of ten people that were chained and forced to kneel in front of him.

Three of them were none other than the members of the royal family.

The king, queen and the Crown prince.

Narcos glared at the man furiously.

"Have the Demiurge gone senile?" He barked. "Do they not know the consequences—."

"It's a war." Soren, said coldly. "We are aware of it."

Queen Rosalie quickly intervened. "Do you know how many lives it will cause?"

Soren, touched his corkscrew horns. "I am, lady Rosalie but it's not me who is doing all this."

He quietly turned around. "We are merely weapons to use in war."

"Do you think we'll let you get away with this?" Narcos growled, chains rattling as he tried to rise.

"You've slaughtered innocents. Invaded Alfheim. Desecrated the World Tree's sacred ground—"

"Spare me the theatrics," Soren cut him off. "The World Tree… is already rotting it means nothing."

Soren looked at Phenex. "Where are the other two?"

"They are with her." She replied quietly. "Taking care of the elders."

Soren nodded as he looked at Narcos once again.

"You know, this attack was supposed to happen three days later." he whispered.

"Yet our king got scared when he heard the news of Heir Himmel killing the Dead God."

Narcos' eyes widened as his lips trembled.

"Pathetic for a king, isn't he?" Soren asked. "Getting scared of a child."

Narcos didn't reply as he drew in a deep breath. "Take us with you. We will not resist."

Soren tilted his head.

"It seems you have a misunderstanding." He spoke before looking away. "Phenex."

The woman walked forward and stood beside Rosalie.

With utmost clarity, Narcos saw Phenex grab his wife's neck and—.

CRACK!!!!

Twisted it around.

Rosalie's lifeless body fell down with a loud thud.

Narcos hadn't even come out of the shock as Phenex stood behind his son.

"NOO—!!"

CRACK!!!

The crown prince's neck snapped like a twig, his eyes wide with horror as his body slumped beside his mother's.

"You monsters!!" Narcos roared, struggling against his chains, blood bubbling from his lips as he bit down on his rage.

But Phenex didn't even blink.

Soren stepped closer, his voice almost gentle, as if mocking the despair.

"I told you… It's a war."

His shallow breath echoed within the main hall. "I will kil—!!"

Soren's hand moved gently over his neck.

A horrible feeling grabbed Narcos as he felt a trail of blood down his throat.

His head moved….and fell down on the floor.

Soren quietly looked down before he walked over their dead bodies.

"You think it's true?" Imri asked, looking at him. "That he killed a god?"

"That's impossible child." Dagan chimed in, walking behind Soren. "It's just church trying to elevate their new toy."

"…Really?"

"Yeah." Dagan said. "I bet he won't last long against leader. He would never win against a real Eternal."

Soren didn't give them any attention as he walked through the corridor.

Blood sprawled on the floor the closer he reached the throne room.

When he reached the main door, it was already opened.

Soren quietly walked in only to be greeted by a gruesome sight.

The dead bodies of tens of elders of the Tamriel royal family.

The corpses were sprawled around the throne room like discarded dolls.

Some had been impaled to the walls faces frozen in screams.

A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint dripping of blood from the elevated throne steps.

Soren looked at the throne where a woman sat quietly.

She wore a white dress that was completely soaked in blood.

Her long white hair tinged with pink undertone had patches of blood on them.

…..Those ember eyes that always had the warmth of a mother were devoid of any emotions.

Soren walked closer before he gave a slight bow.

"We are grateful for your assistance."

He said calmly.

"Lady Yennefer."